What joy did you get from mistreating me
What pleasure from deceiving me
Loading me to believe the fallacies
Trusting you to care about me
Because I care about you
And you know that is true
Many people like to play those games
So many that it amazes me
That you picked me
As a player
When I made it clear
I don't like games
By the time I realized
I was too deep in the game
To find the best way out
Must unplug to escape
Never to plug it back in
You could have picked a more willing player
But you chose me
I cannot participate in your foul play
Sunday, September 12, 2010
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